| I was feeling so mortal
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| Legends were lined by my side
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| The world was standing on its head
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| My senses had forsaken me
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| And I saw through a million eyes
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| And I saw them waiting for me
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| Their lashes painted black
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| Their eyes were like a crucifix
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| Their lips were as pink as Cadillacs
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| I was feeling like an angel
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| My madman was waiting in the wings
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| Just to hear his cue
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| Then I felt just like the devil’s son
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| Wasted, wounded, on the run
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| Then I felt just like me and you
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| And I saw them surrounding me
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| With mirrors and rose-tinted bones
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| Wearing only a lion’s mane
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| One hand on the golden horn
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| And one hand on the telephone
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| And it’s a strange way down
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| From the cradle to the hearse
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| Take me back or put me in reverse
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| 'Cos you’ll never be the last one
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| And you’ll never be the first
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| Maybe we’ll all meet again
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| In another universe
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| Oh and then I was a titan
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| A hero of the silver screen
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| Just waiting for my bell
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| And then I was a troubadour
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| Wailing waif the girls adore
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| Then I was the hounds of hell
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| And I heard them blowing kisses
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| From within their satin sheets
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| Where their bodies lay
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| Like arrows and bows
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| Boys falling at their feet
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| I’m son of the richest man
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| The sister of an outcast
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| Oh today I’m in the future
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| Tomorrow I’ll be in the past
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| I’m daughter of a daydream
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| The brother of a madman
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| I’ve changed my name so often
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| I’m beginning not to care
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| Now I feel my powers fading
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| As the blueprints and diagrams
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| And history books hold me to their hip
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| And my limbs start trembling
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| As my vision starts fading
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| And my spirit starts to slip
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| And I see them wave goodbye
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| Their left hand was casting a curse
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| While singing songs of paradise
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| From another universe |